Date: Tue, 30 Jan 2001 23:20:46 +0000 (GMT)
From: Adam
Subject: Singer and an Englishman
Title: Singer and an Englishman part 1
Author: Adam
Disclaimer: I do not know the sexual orientation of
NSYNC or BSB but this is not meant to reflect on there
true status. This is a pure work of fiction and
nothing more. No profit is been made; it is being
written out of enjoyment. Warnings: There are
male/male relationships in this story, if that bothers
you, don't read this. M/M sex scenes are also in every
now and again, rated NC-17. Please do not read if you
are under 18 or 21 or whatever the age is to read
stuff like this. Thanks.
Authors Notes: This is the first part of my new story
and I plan to have quite the combination of pairings.
I hope you like this opening chapter which is not
moving the story along much but is slowly getting you
into it. Oh, also...big apologies...during the story it
begins as first person and ends up third person. I
don't really want to change it because I like how it
sounds. If this confuses you, don't worry. None of the
other chapters will be like this!
Any feedback, please mail: adam_brittboy@yahoo.co.uk
If you wanna read some other great stories; Justin's
Dark Angel, My Surprise Romance, Forever, Nick and
Justin, Kevin and Dustin, Search and Rescue, Dying
Eyes, My New Life, Xtreme NSYNC, Studio in the
Country, Grand Central High, My Night with Howie-D,
Brian and Me, Two out of Five, Home, Nsync and the
Vamps...and many more...Now on to the story
"Well that's just great!" I yelled out in anger. "No,
don't bother, I'll figure something out!" I continued,
seeing how It wasn't really the guys fault.
Let me explain. My name is Chase, and I just turned 20
a few weeks ago. I was full of hopes this time. Hoping
upon hope that I may have finally got a script wrote
that would sell, but alas no.
No...huh! Seems to be a word I've been hearing a lot of,
lately. At least coming from Producers.
They lack depth, or have no meaning, or wouldn't be
good for my career. The last one usually makes me
laugh. What career?
Anyway, I don't always moan like this. I came from my
small little town in England hoping that America `the
land of dreams' would make mine come true. HA! That
dream was blown to hell after my fifteenth script was
rejected.
So, besides barely been able to make rent in my crummy
apartment and my career going nowhere but down I'm
having a great time. Did I mention I was sarcastic?
I'd made one friend in the city of Boston, Perry. He
was a good friend, and worked in a photo shop. We'd
laughed over some of the photos that people had
brought in and even made a few copies now and again.
I'd met Perry the first day I arrived. He bumped into
me...apparently an accident, but what I'd later learned
was his main `pick-up' technique.
Yep, Perry was gay, but what made him so attractive to
me was that he was incredibly straight acting. Well
built, around 180lbs, 6ft grey-blue eyes and a
well-chiselled face. His hair was short, and an
incredibly rich brown colour. He knew he was a
lady-killer and loved flashing himself off.
To be honest, I think the main reason he wanted to
hang with me was because I made him look even better.
He was...how do I say? The Braun without the brains.
Where as I, much to my dismay am the brains without
the Braun. What makes me feel worse is that I aren't
even that smart!
Perry said I was good-looking, but he's just that
kinda guy. I have jet-black hair that has loose curls.
My eye's I wish were green, I wish were brown, but no
they're blue. I am quite pale and only around 5'10 in
height. Plus, I never thought I was too thin, but
compared to Perry I'm a stick. Around 140lbs but proud
to say I have some definition!
Anyway, that's enough for the description, and as
you've probably guessed if you're the least bit
observant that, I am gay too. For some reason though,
Perry never attracted me. Maybe because he was too
sure of himself. I need someone who's quiet,
vulnerable.
Someone who is like me but doesn't hide it as well.
Not asking for much am I?
"What's that Perry?" I asked, my best friends voice
cutting into my thoughts.
"I said get your cute butt over here and check these
pictures out!" He repeated.
I had been walking to my friends shop after the daily
rejection of my script had been given, and was now
stood by the door in the photo shop I almost called
home.
"Is that who I think it is?" I asked after seeing what
had my friend so interested.
"YES" Perry replied, grinning like the cat who'd eaten
all the cream.
"Nick...something from one of those bands?" I said,
pretending I didn't know whom it really was, though
both Perry and I knew that was a lie.
"Oh...something like that." Perry played along. "Maybe
not the blond you want but it's the best I could
manage today!" He joked.
"WHAT OTHER BLOND WOULD I LIKE?" I asked, my voice
raised. I didn't know if Perry was falling for my
angry voice but by the look on his face it didn't look
like he was.
Perry pretended to cough whilst he said the name
Lance. "I heard that you..." Just then the door opened
and we both looked. It was two guys. A blond and
a...well let's just say the other guy was no stranger to
hair dye and leave it at that.
They both had curious looks on their faces at the
scene in front of them and I couldn't blame them. How
would you react if you came into a shop and saw two
guys chest to chest so close your entire bodies were
nearly touching.
I pulled back at the look, unable to be confident in
public like Perry was.
"Honey...I mean Chase." Perry corrected himself, knowing
only all to well what he was doing to me.
"What?!" I scowled.
"Nothing, just wanted you to keep close. I may need
you soon." Then with that he slapped my butt before
turning to the two young men again, who at this point,
were struggling to pull their jaws on the floor.
"Can I help you two gents?"
Both guys were wearing glasses that didn't seem to
look right, and had facial hair that looked out of
place. They were wearing clothes even I, with the
crummy apartment wouldn't wear, and that made me
wonder.
"Eh yeah..." The blond spoke his voice causing my blood
to race. //It's so deep, and sexy.// I thought.
Although I didn't know this at the time the blond was
thinking the exact same thing.
//He's got the hottest accent...why didn't we spend more
time in England?//
"We want two films developed. We could have got them
done by our company, but wanted them done somewhere
where we couldn't be lectured about behaving badly."
The guy with the dyed hair explained a situation which
was really none of our business.
"Sure, whatever. Everything developed here is kept
completely private."
I struggled not to laugh at this point, knowing Perry
would have them in his `special collection' if he even
thought they looked slightly embarrassing.
Lance saw the guy grinning about keeping things
private, and although he knew he should be concerned,
all he could think was. //Shut up!// About the
American shopkeeper and, //Please say something else//
To the quiet English guy.
"Thanks, that's great!" Joey said, handing the films
over to Perry, where their hands remained touching for
longer than I thought comfortable.
"Come back in about an hour and they'll be all ready!"
Perry said, not asking but telling the customer what
to do. I thought at first this would hurt his
business, but recently discovered that they did
exactly what they were told and it sorted out any
confusion that may have happened otherwise.
Perry was in work mode now, and although he was always
fun to be around, he took his work seriously. Knowing
when to leave and when to stay I left.
"Perry, I'll catcha later, okay?"
"Sure Chase. See ya' later."
The two guys had already gone when Chase left and
Chase was still gone when they returned, a little over
an hour later.
"Hey guys, you're photos are right here, and very
interesting they were as well, `Big Daddy'" Perry
laughed.
One or two of the photos had shown Joey lay across a
table with the words `Big-Daddy' wrote out in cream.
Joey blushed at Perrys words, but Lance just laughed,
his attention was elsewhere as his eye's looked around
for any signs of... `Chase, that's his name.'
Perry didn't joke about some embarrassing ones of
Lance in a uniform and quickly, yet discreetly handed
Lance the photo's without Joey noticing. Along with
the negatives.
"I just saved you from who knows how many years of
teasing. You owe me!" Perry grinned, loving how he'd
made the blond smile.
"Thanks." Lance whispered, his face beat red.
"You have any idea where Chase is?" Lance asked
straight out. Rarely was he this forward, but his need
to see the cute, English guy from earlier had been
growing rapidly over the hour.
"Nope. He won't be back for a day or two. Sorry man."
Perry replied, not giving out any details that he knew
the blond was practically begging for. He had begun to
know Chase and knew he liked his privacy respected.
Plus, something had happened back in England that he
didn't know about. Some kind of relationship went to
hell and he was doing his duty as a friend.
"Oh okay." Lance said, looking down at the ground like
a lost puppy.
"Come on man. Give him a break. He's really into your
friend. I give you my word that, that guy over there."
Joey pointed to Lance who was almost in tears. "Is the
sweetest, most trustworthy person you'll ever meet. On
Joey's honour!"
"Joey's honour?" Perry said, laughing out loud. He
knew who the guys were when looking at the photos, but
just hadn't said anything. Just because they had money
didn't mean they were good guys.
"Yup." Joey said.
"Send out the search party!" Perry laughed out, whilst
writing something down.
"Hey, Lansten." Perry shouted, knowing that would get
a reaction and he was right.
Lance's head shot up in fear, confusion and curiosity.
"Take this." Perry handed Lance the paper when he was
close enough. "Take it," Perry repeated. "But don't
make me regret it!" He warned.
On the paper was Chase' full name, address and phone
number. Perry wouldn't usually give his best friends
address out to any sad face that wandered in, but he
figured Lance is way too visible to do anything bad.
Though if he did, he would pay.
"Oh, and before you go, Joey?" Perry asked, coming
around from behind the counter to stand directly in
front of Joey.
"Yeah?"
Perry leaned in so that their faces were touching.
"You can come over and be `Big-Daddy' at my house when
ever you want. You bring the handcuffs." Perry said
before pulling the guy as big as him into a deep,
rough kiss before pulling away.
Joey had a shocked, but satisfied look on his face
that went well with Per's lust filled one.
"Lance...you know where Chase lives." Joey said before
fiercely grabbing hold of Perry and pulling him into
another killer kiss.
Lance nodded, his shocked expression remained as he
got in a taxi, and headed towards Chase's place.
(Chase's place)
"I bet they've gone back, collected there photographs
and are home having wild monkey sex with there equally
sexy girlfriends right now!// Chase yelled at his 3
month old dog, Chester, who merely sank his head onto
his paws letting out a gasp of air which sounded
almost like a sigh.
"Okay, okay. I'll stop going on about it." Chase
apologised, handing the chocolate brown Labrador pup a
piece of his corned beef sandwich.
He sat down on the only thing soft in his entire
house, his bed and finished his sandwich as he sulked.
"I mean I only wanted to hear a little more of that
deep, sexy...wooo going off into dream world again!"
Chester had come in at this point and was laid across
Chase' legs.
"At least I have you, Ches. I know you love me,
right?" The dog gave Chase a look like he was sick of
hearing it, and Chase thought this dog was way to
smart for his own good.
There was a knock at the door, which paused his
thoughts. His hair was now slightly stuck up from been
laid against a pillow and he couldn't seem to stop
yawning.
The knock came again, evoking an "Alright, I'm coming!
Hold your horses!" From Chase.
Standing at his door was a thing of beauty.
//Oh My God// Chase thought, but his mouth was far
ahead of him.
"Lance Bass?"
"Chase Bradly." Lance responded, with a goofy grin on
his face.
Chase smiled as well realising how stupid he must have
sounded. Then he frowned.
//He's Lance Bass, and I'm a poor, English guy who's
barely making rent.//
"Can I ask what you're doing here?" He knew it sounded
rude, which was only, confirmed when he saw the hurt
flash into Lance's green orbs.
"I just...that is I wanted...oh hell." Deciding to take
the `Perry' approach he quickly moved in grabbed
Chase' head and pulled him in for a sweet, tender
kiss.
Chase pulled back rage tearing across his face.
"How dare you?! Just who the fuck do you think you
are?!" Chase yelled in outrage.
"Oh that's right, you're Lance-fucking-Bass. Famous
singer who thinks because he's on a square box he has
the right to fuck whoever he chooses. Well guess what,
hick-boy. I'm not one of your red-necked Yankee's
who'll just whore myself out. So take your peroxide
hair and puppy eyes, and...and," Chase couldn't believe
what he was saying, but worse. He couldn't believe he
was actually pulling the guy he had yelled at, and did
the exact same thing. Pulling Lance's face to his
there lips parting and tongues entwining.
"Oh, god!" Chase said, moving away. I am so sorry.
First I insult you, then I kiss you."
At this moment in time Lance didn't know what to
think. He'd felt so good when he felt his lips touch
Chase's he thought he would die. Then they were ripped
away from him to be replaced by insults he knew he
deserved. Then heaven came back to him and he was in
bliss once more. Now he was hurting the guy he was
quickly falling for.
To Be Continued.